Monday, July 24, 2017

A Vow for Munchi



Its six months since Operation Munchkins, when we ran after a little stray heifer for 4 hours in a tropical thunderstorm, trapped her, jumped her and got vets to cure the hideous nose wound made by a rope that was eating into her flesh.

We didnt know where she was from - there were two theories that she was an escaped slaughter house cow, and the second theory that she had been releasaed in fullfilment of a vow as is done by some Buddhists and Hindus. I personally go with the slaughter house story because the "Vow Cows"in Sri Lanka usually have a little branding saying PINg so that people know they are sacred or whatever. Munchi dosnt have the branding.
 



Thats a psychedelic camera phone image of a photograph of Munch after the rope was cut away.​ Belongs to Zeenath Amanath my partner in crime

 A neighbor of mine named Zeenath and I became the best of friends as we sat in the evenings after work, looking after her, swatting mosquitoes, bringing her kilos of food, dancing about after her trying to spray maggot repellent on her sore nose which she thoroughly resented. 
Then there was the incredible Christmas eve drama of how we had to work around the clock to get the government papers and transport ready to whiz her out of Wellampitiya which was not safe, teaming as it is with druggies and abbatior lorries ready to get hold of a vulnerable walking beef. 

We spent another tense couple of weeks watching over her as we tried to integrate her into the rural environment more suited to a lady of her vegetarian requirements...and she very literally dragged a number of strong men over drains and ditches in her stubborn attempts at escape. Our ideas of her gently grazing while tied to local trees were rudely shattered by a stubborn little barrel of bovine determination who insisted that she would not be tied, would not live in anyone's backyard and damn well wanted to go whereever she wanted.

So for the next three months as we trailed uselessly in the background biting our nails
​, falling in ditches and getting lost in the jungle (me mostly, and thats when my husband said, "the cow I can find, but where the blazes did you go!")​
 ​
and whatsapping photos of her latest exploits, she managed to integrate herself with a little herd of fellow 
​bovines, in a small community of newly developing houses, there to retire gracefully... or so we hoped.


​This month July was incredibly difficult for me. Not only did my beloved mother in law pass away,(peacefully and gracefully as was her way) marking the end of a chapter in my life, and bringing me closer to my mortality...but an incident of wanton cruelty resulted in my favorite cat dying a gruesome, ghastly ​death after prolonged suffering due to someone having thrown boiling water on it. Biscuit suffered for days and his dying took hours, and hours of agony. 
I was with Biscuit all along and the worst part is not every one will understand the pain this process caused me, as after all, Biscuit was a cat. 



the adorable chubby Biscuit so named because he liked eating said confectionery 

IN the midst of trying to recover from this difficulty came the news that Munchi was missing, and, when we followed up, some of our more smart ass young neighbours insisted that she must have been "taken"
Now you know what I mean, "taken" as in kidnapped by a passing lorry of cattle smugglers, to be sold at the nearest abattoir for a quick buck and some beef. My mind imagined ways in which parts of Munchi would be roasted, grilled, boiled, fried...for the alcoholic evening enjoyment of groups of loud local three-wheel drivers (you have probably picked up that I hate this entire sub section of society.) It was like imagining gang rape. 
I could not stay calm.
I went blind with rage at the whole idea.
There were seven cows in just the herd she belonged to, and there were about twenty cows i personally recognised in my neighbourhood, black ones, brown ones, white ones, spotty ones, grainy ones etc and who the HELL were these people (including my husband) to stand there and calmly suggest that Munchi alone had been taken ?? for that is what they did, as if they knew it all. There was supposed to be a white van of all things, taking cows. 
But why Munchi? 
Because she was fat looking? gingerly suggested my cowboy husband, and got a truly poisonous look from me...
I didnt know what to do. 
Spent some time actually crying.

I had been playing with being a vegetarian for a couple of months, but this time I decided to put my foot down on it and reject any temptation this filthy universe sent my way. No I would not be part of a system which tormented innocent beings the way this world did. No I would not put innocent misery in my stomach again.

I hated the world, hated nature, hated the whole of Godforsaken Hanwella including my husband who I insulted and bullied as much as I could, implying that his manhood itself was to be doubted if in the whole of his hometown,where he was such a figure, only his cow got lifted out of the dozens I could see. 

He refused to be insulted but was genuinely sad about the lost Munchkin. 

the kovil inside- not sure if its allowed to take photos though

Then some village woman suggested we make a vow at the local Hindu Kovil, which was actually a place with a large stone cow kept as an effigy- supposedly a vehicle of the Gods, or a favorite of the Hindus or some such thing. I liked the idea. I loved the kovil as i had earlier visited out of curiosity, and this time I was here on business.
Making a vow (not to be confused here with the original vow made by the people supposedly releasing Munchi from a slaughterhouse death) means you promise to do something that the Gods want, and ask them to grant you a favour.  
I had to resist the impulse to ask for uncounted riches and fame, helicopters and a yacht as well as food for every starving cat and dog in the world,- and instead tied a modest 5 /= coin and lit some lamps and joss sticks and reasonably asked instead that the Gods please please look after this stubborn BITCH of a cow and keep her safe into her old age, and also send us a sign soon that she was ok. 
My promise was that I would bring them a fruit basket (big deal?) and also incidentally, by the way, if anyone cared, that I would be vegetarian for the rest of my life. (apparently this could mean something)


Pretty colorful pooja items, fruits, and coconuts, innocent stuff that Hindu Gods seem to like


I loved the camphor and the joss sticks, and the Swami was actually a rather dishy young dude though very full of himself, and principled I understand as he had put up a board saying he would not do magic and curses, but for other matters to contact him ( I guess he would do the vows thing) He made us buy a ticket for the upkeep of the kovil, and also told us to walk three times around the place with the burning coconut and wish hard in our minds for what we wanted while he also said something very iconic in some other language, which is presumably how he communicated with the deities...and I was supposed to break the coconut and make the wish.
I did, and the coconut broke at once, meaning that the wish would be successful.
I hoped so and I felt good.
I dont know.
I didnt know what to think 

And yet, just a day afterwards, just this morning the message reached us from the village that Munchi had been spotted and was fine.

I like to think it was my vow and my prayers, but  I also feel it was the luck of one very blessed little street cow.
Ive decided Im not going to look for her any more, but I will trust in the Gods, the goodness of the universe, and her own powerful destiny to keep her happy wherever she is until the end of her time and mine. 

A Vow for Munchi



Its six months since Operation Munchkins, when we ran after a little stray heifer for 4 hours in a tropical thunderstorm, trapped her, jumped her and got vets to cure the hideous nose wound made by a rope that was eating into her flesh.

We didnt know where she was from - there were two theories that she was an escaped slaughter house cow, and the second theory that she had been releasaed in fullfilment of a vow as is done by some Buddhists and Hindus. I personally go with the slaughter house story because the "Vow Cows"in Sri Lanka usually have a little branding saying PINg so that people know they are sacred or whatever. Munchi dosnt have the branding.
 


Thats a psychedelic camera phone image of a photograph of Munch after the rope was cut away.​ Belongs to Zeenath Amanath my partner in crime

 A neighbor of mine named Zeenath and I became the best of friends as we sat in the evenings after work, looking after her, swatting mosquitoes, bringing her kilos of food, dancing about after her trying to spray maggot repellent on her sore nose which she thoroughly resented. 
Then there was the incredible Christmas eve drama of how we had to work around the clock to get the government papers and transport ready to whiz her out of Wellampitiya which was not safe, teaming as it is with druggies and abbatior lorries ready to get hold of a vulnerable walking beef. 

We spent another tense couple of weeks watching over her as we tried to integrate her into the rural environment more suited to a lady of her vegetarian requirements...and she very literally dragged a number of strong men over drains and ditches in her stubborn attempts at escape. Our ideas of her gently grazing while tied to local trees were rudely shattered by a stubborn little barrel of bovine determination who insisted that she would not be tied, would not live in anyone's backyard and damn well wanted to go whereever she wanted.

So for the next three months as we trailed uselessly in the background biting our nails
​, falling in ditches and getting lost in the jungle (me mostly, and thats when my husband said, "the cow I can find, but where the blazes did you go!")​
 ​
and whatsapping photos of her latest exploits, she managed to integrate herself with a little herd of fellow 
​bovines, in a small community of newly developing houses, there to retire gracefully... or so we hoped.


​This month July was incredibly difficult for me. Not only did my beloved mother in law pass away,(peacefully and gracefully as was her way) marking the end of a chapter in my life, and bringing me closer to my mortality...but an incident of wanton cruelty resulted in my favorite cat dying a gruesome, ghastly ​death after prolonged suffering due to someone having thrown boiling water on it. 
I was with Biscuit all along and the worst part is not every one will understand the pain this process caused me, as I tried everything I could to save this cat. 



the adorable chubby Biscuit so named because he liked eating confectionery 

IN the midst of trying to recover from this difficulty came the news that Munchi was missing, and, when we followed up, some of our more smart ass young neighbours insisted that she must have been "taken"
Now you know what I mean, "taken" as in kidnapped by a passing lorry of cattle smugglers, to be sold at the nearest abattoir for a quick buck and some beef. My mind imagined ways in which parts of Munchi would be roasted, grilled, boiled, fried...for the alcoholic evening enjoyment of groups of loud local three-wheel drivers (you have probably picked up that I hate this entire sub section of society.) It was like imagining gang rape. 
I could not stay calm.
I went blind with rage at the whole idea.
There were seven cows in just the herd she belonged to, and there were about twenty cows i personally recognised in my neighbourhood, black ones, brown ones, white ones, spotty ones, grainy ones etc and who the HELL were these people (including my husband) to stand there and calmly suggest that Munchi alone had been taken ?? for that is what they did, as if they knew it all. There was supposed to be a white van of all things, taking cows. 
But why Munchi? 
Because she was fat looking? gingerly suggested my cowboy husband, and got a truly poisonous look from me...
I didnt know what to do. 
Spent some time actually crying.

I had been playing with being a vegetarian for a couple of months, but this time I decided to put my foot down on it and reject any temptation this filthy universe sent my way. No I would not be part of a system which tormented innocent beings the way this world did. No I would not put innocent misery in my stomach again.

I hated the world, hated nature, hated the whole of Godforsaken Hanwella including my husband who I insulted and bullied as much as I could, implying that his manhood itself was to be doubted if in the whole of his hometown,where he was such a figure, only his cow got lifted out of the dozens I could see. 

He refused to be insulted but was genuinely sad about the lost Munchkin. 
the kovil inside- not sure if its allowed to take photos though

Then some village woman suggested we make a vow at the local Hindu Kovil, which was actually a place with a large stone cow kept as an effigy- supposedly a vehicle of the Gods, or a favorite of the Hindus or some such thing. I liked the idea. I loved the kovil as i had earlier visited out of curiosity, and this time I was here on business.
Making a vow (not to be confused here with the original vow made by the people supposedly releasing Munchi from a slaughterhouse death) means you promise to do something that the Gods want, and ask them to grant you a favour.  
I had to resist the impulse to ask for uncounted riches and fame, helicopters and a yacht as well as food for every starving cat and dog in the world,- and instead tied a modest 5 /= coin and lit some lamps and joss sticks and reasonably asked instead that the Gods please please look after this stubborn BITCH of a cow and keep her safe into her old age, and also send us a sign soon that she was ok. 
My promise was that I would bring them a fruit basket (big deal?) and also incidentally, by the way, if anyone cared, that I would be vegetarian for the rest of my life. (apparently this could mean something)

pooja items, fruits, and coconuts, innocent stuff that Hindu Gods seem to like


I loved the camphor and the joss sticks, and the Swami was actually a rather dishy young dude though very full of himself, and principled I understand as he had put up a board saying he would not do magic and curses, but for other matters to contact him ( I guess he would do the vows thing) He made us buy a ticket for the upkeep of the kovil, and also told us to walk three times around the place with the burning coconut and wish hard in our minds for what we wanted while he also said something very iconic in some other language, which is presumably how he communicated with the deities...and I was supposed to break the coconut and make the wish.
I did, and the coconut broke at once, meaning that the wish would be successful.
I hoped so and I felt good.
I dont know.
THe last I heard this morning was that Munchi had been spotted and was fine.
I like to think it was my vow and my prayers, but  I also feel it was the luck of one very blessed little street cow.
Ive decided Im not going to look for her any more, but I will trust in the Gods, the goodness of the universe, and her own powerful destiny to keep her happy wherever she is until the end of her time and mine. 

Stay safe stubborn willful Munchi and may you be blessed like we are to have known you! 


Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Vajira House Builders: Cheating the public for Seven Years and Counting

It is now more than seven years after taking 189 million rupees in debenture funds from members of the public, but Vajira House Builders (Pvt) Ltd has not repaid these in spite of a court order to do so in 2009. In 2007 the company issued debentures promising to pay 22 to 25 % interest for public deposits taken as investments for house building project at Malabe but within six months stopped the payment of interest and refused the repayment of their capital saying that it faced liquidity problems.. Although Vajira House construction has not returned the funds to investors, it continues to advertise expansively in major local newspapers inviting customers to place contract orders.  Numbers of disillusioned customers also allege that the houses are far below standards and that advances of lakhs have been given but work not carried out . 

Various items of customer testimony available on the internet include:

Testimony 1 සහතික ඇත්ත මගෙත් ලක්ෂ 33ක් අරගෙන අවුරුදු 2යි.තාම බිත්ති ටිකවත් නැ.දුන්න සල්ලි වලින් පරණ ණය ගෙව්වලු.හදපු ටිකත් බාලම බදු වලින් හදල තියෙන්නේ.මුහුදු වැලි ගෙනල්ල මම පන්න ගත්ත

in 2009 they sent letters to their debenture investors saying they were in difficulty and could not return the invested money, as promised but they had a plan for returning it .they also told their investors not to tell anyone about this.when asked for their accounts they would not disclose these to investors, and said to get them through court.when asked for a plan they said they would return the money over 36 months , but they did not give dates or gurantees that they would return this. when asked for the contacts of the other debenture holders, who had invested, they refused to disclose these.

Testimony 2  Vajira house claims they have 90 years experiance in sri lankan construction history. Luckily with much effort I finished my house but it was not up to standard. poor Plumbing, low quality finishing. My advise to customers not to go to vajira house for any construction.

Testimony3 Its been more than 7 years since I bought debentures from Vajira Houses and they failed to return the capital I invested. the COURT ORDER was given in 2009 and yet there is no payment to me Ive been ​calling practically twice a week since December 2013, to get the money  General manager Harendra politely gives various dates .one time I was ill and didnt call him for a week or two and when i next called he said " oh you havnt called me for sometime" so I can imagine what a joke we depositors are. I called the Marketing manager August 4th and told him that I'm doing every thing i can in my small way to tell people the truth about their company.

Vajira house builders borrowed money from people, which they don't pay, They take money from people to build houses, which they dont build, they even don't pay the contractors who work for them.

How they operate is they take your money, and give the work to a subcontractor. The work will continue fine for the first couple of months. Then the work stops. Turn out vaj**a havn't paid the subcontractor so they stop work. They delay after delay. Seems like they have spent the money paid by the client for some other thing and have no way to pay the sub contractor until they get another client. So huge delay. Before signing the contract they are really nice and answer all queries ad phone calls promptly. After contract is signed and they get your money, most times you call they they go unanswered, and when they do get through usually they get a stalling reply like "i'll call you back", they apparently don't call, and once again the phone is not unanswered. 

In 2011 NEth FMs Balumgala investigative journalism programme recorded an investigation of the Vajira Houses but this has been removed from YouTube. However soundcloud has the documentary recorded at this location https://soundcloud.com/gossip9news/balumgala-2011-11-08-vajira

ලක්ෂ ගනන් වියදම් කර ගෙයක් හදන්නේ ජීවිත කාලයටමය.එහෙත් අපේ ගේ හදාදෙන්නට භාරගෙන අපේ ලක්ෂ ගාන වතුරේ ගියොත් මොනව වෙයිද? වජිර හවුස් බිල්ඩර්ස් වෙතින් නිවාස හදාගන්නට ගිය මේ අහිංසක මිනිසුන්ට අත්වූ ඉරණම දැනගන්න.පරිස්සම් වෙන්න

The serious defects in the house

We contracted Vajira House Builders (pvt) Ltd http://vajirahouse.net http://vajirahouse.info/ Colombo Sri Lanka to build a house in Nadimala Dehiwela, in December 2007 by signing a formal agreement. As per the agreement they promised to complete the house in 12 months. However, it took nearly two years to complete the construction of the house and this was done after logging several complaints at the bamabalapitiya police, fraud bureau, the CID and Consumer Affairs Authority. During this period we found that the construction site completely abandoned on many occasions and construction was completely halted for very long periods. Vajira House Builders promised in writing to the bambalapitya police several times saying that they will finish construction few months from the date of the written promise. Every written promise to the police was broken.

When we occupied the house we found many serious defects and there was no water connection or a permanent electricity connection. Varija said that they have arranged with the next door house to provide water via a hose in order to fill a water tank on the ground. Only a single phase temporary electricity connection was provided which was really intended for construction purposes only. They promised us, the police and the Consumer Affairs Authority that a permanent water connection and a permanent three phase electricity connection will be provided after a few months from the time we started to occupy the house. We were given a water connection only after 2 year of getting water every day from the next door house. We faced a lot of problems during this time as the next door house refused the give water on certain days. However, still they haven't provided the 3 phase permanent electricity connection they promised. We still used the temporary electricity connection which was given for construction purposes.

They also promised to provide and install a set of pantry cupboards when they were contracted and even promised us that it will be provided after 3 months of occupation. Still they haven't honored their promise.

The serious defects we discovered when we occupied the house at the end of 2009 are given below. NONE have been fixed up to today and it has been nearly two years!

1.The sewage pipe which takes swage from 3 bathrooms to the cesspit has been leaking for the past two years! The outside wall and the inside of one wall and the swage pipe is continuously wet as a result of the leak.

2.The roof is leaking when it rains and room bed rooms are getting wet. One bedroom wall is has mold and algae growth because of the roof leak.

3.Trips and circuit breakers in 3 breaker/trip boxes have NOT BEEN EARTHED!

4.The outside wall of one bathroom is continuously wet and the paint and plaster has peeled off due to a water leak.

5.The top floor bathroom has very low water pressure and the hot water showers cannot be used because of this. This was due a design error made by vajirabuilders  as the water tank is much less than the minimum height above the shower head which is about 7 feet.

We keep complaining the Consumer Affairs Authority and the Police and the case is still pending against Vajira. Vajira House Builders keeps informing us they will send workers on specific days and we take leave from work on those days but they never turn up. When we call them on those days they don'tpick up their mobiles. On some occasions they claim that the workers were ill and on other occasions they claim that they claim that they came to our house and no one was there, which are untrue. Once several employees came and just examined the house and left promising to fix all defects. But NONE of the DEFECTS HAVE BEEN FIXED.

 

A number of investors and clients have also been threatened by reference to a "Colonel Sir" and occasional armed thugs called up at times and a man named  Nalin Kumara Rohana a retired army person who throws his weight around when clients or investors try to get their just dues.

In spite

 

 

Financial Times


Vajira House Builders engages in confidence building with depositors after Court order

By Bandula Sirimanna

In a move to re-build confidence and repay borrowings taken from disgruntled depositors, Vajira House Builders (Pvt) Ltd, a troubled building construction company, has obtained a directive from the Colombo Commercial High Courts to conduct a meeting with depositors and to obtain their consent for a re-payment plan. Colombo High Court Judge Gamini Amarasekera has directed the company to report the progress of these meetings when the case will be taken up for hearing on November 26.

The Court was informed that the company has conducted meetings with 56% of depositors out of the total number of 270 depositors. An official of the company told the Sunday Times FT that 76% of depositors have agreed to their repayment plan and they will repay the money amounting to Rs186 million within two and half years commencing from January next year. He said that the construction industry has taken a huge beating over the past two years and the building sector is at a standstill even now.

However Vajira house Builders (Pvt) Ltd is managing its affairs at a satisfactory level in the face of the adverse impact of the global downturn, especially on the real estate market. Several depositors alleged that the company deceived them by accepting deposits from them as investments for property development projects and issuing them with borrowing certificates.

Depositors have written a letter to the Secretary to the President, the Inspector General of Police and the Governor of the Central Bank informing them that the company has promised to pay 22 to 25 % interest for their deposits taken as investments for house building project at Malabe in 2007 and it has stopped the payment of interest and refused the repayment of their capital as it is facing liquidity problems. Therefore they urged the authorities to intervene and find a redress to their problem.

http://www.sundaytimes.lk/090927/FinancialTimes/ft22.html

 

 

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http://lankanstuff.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth-about-vajira-house-be-carefull.html

https://www.complaintsboard.com/complaints/vajira-house-builders-pvt-ltd-c476252.html

http://sritvlive.com/video/50896-balumgala-07-04-2014

http://www.sasrutha.com/article/2244040/our-lanka-truth-about-vajira-house-be-careful/

https://plus.google.com/116505105547509256486/posts/46ns1mJsJo5

http://stafaband.zone/mp3/download/balumgala_2011_11_07_vajira_house_builders_youtube.html

 

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08-11-2015, 09:46 AM

machan,geyak hadana eka bala bala karanna time nathi kenekuta use akranna puluwan trusted house building company monawada?
Oya vajira house aya num charter kiyala ahala thiyenawa..balumgala eke program ekakuth kala un gana

 

Thursday, July 06, 2017

The Truth about Vajira Houses

I wonder if every Sri Lankan has a story like this, a sort of coming of age where they invested money with the innocent thought of receiving a decent return, only to be defrauded roundly.
Ten years ago, I managed to claw together a small amount of savings from my humble librarian-salary and looked around for a place to invest it. 
There were banks offering 18 %, and I placed an FD in one. Then there were debentures from a local company advertised in the newspapers offering 24%.This was not one of those too-good-to-be-true investments that should alert you, this was debentures issued by a widely advertised company.
I invested a humble amount in Vajira houses debentures, which promised to return the capital and the interest in 4 years time.


I will cut a long story very short - I was paid the interest for a measly six months and then the company claimed that they could not pay me. I was just one of the debenture holders, there were a number more who had made substantial investments, running into millions. the COURT ORDER was given in 2009 and yet there was no payment to me, so you have a company in violation of the Court of Sri Lanka. Ive called and visited their offices practically twice a week since December 2013, to get the money. General manager Harendra politely gave various dates .One time I was ill and didnt call him for a week or two and when i next called he cheerfully said " oh you havnt called me for sometime" so I can imagine what a joke we depositors are. I called the Marketing manager August 4th and told him that Im doing every thing i can in my small way to tell people the truth about their company. A small action was then taken and  the lawyer Harshani  (0718688261phoned me and said a deposit would be made 29th August 2014. It didnt happen and  seven years after the investment, I finally gave up...


The above sob story was sent to depositors in spite of the fact that they were running full page advertisements in all the papers and had practically taken over the internet through extensive SEO and far reaching advertising. 

In 2011 Neth FMs Balumgala programme conducted a one hour expose interviewing a number of clients, and construction workers, as well as investors, and placed it on their sound cloud and youTube channels subsequently shared in a number of sites. By 2013 this had been taken down in all the sites where it had been uploaded. This is sinister in the extreme, and tells you what kind of reach this company and its cohorts have. 
However there is one downloaded copy and it is here. Have a listen. Housemaids who sent money from abroad, construction workers who worked on Vajira House properties, people who invested in the company- all have the same thing to say about this company.And yet it continues its trumpeted 98 years in the construction business, fleecing innocent people, investors and customers alike. How is that possible? I dont know and I dont care. They owed me 95,000 and they didnt give it to me either, because if they can cheat swarthy drunk local businessmen out of millions, it isnt much of a deal to double cross one poor ratty housewife/librarian. 
But I did promise them that I would spread this story and through that at least a number of large deals, where they would have taken millions in other peoples' money,would be thwarted. Please feel free to share my story. 



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Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Gods they sure Must be Crazy


​​and so now that I live in Ratmalana I hardly visit the mothership, except on occasions, and yesterday was one. Mahagedara is half way across the country that could be a problem too, just the sheer aggravation of getting there in public transport. But duty occasionally calls.
So there I was yesterday evening, at dusk on Dickmans Road (now called Lester James Pieries mawatha to confuse both tourists and three wheelers alike) pondering slow wittedly and with genuine dread, as to whether i should take a bus, or a train or a combination of train, bus, and threewheel to get there, when an adorably wizened old lady practically falls against me, and hangs on to me for life, saying she is feeling faint and asking how to get to Maradana.
Sigh.
OF course.
Just what I need right now.
I ask her why she wants to get to maradana- where is her home and she says Colombo in a firm and defiant voice. (Reminds me a lot of my mother, this one) 
Completely lost and pathetic and angry at the world too. Shes not begging for help but demanding the universe help her. and if course when you are pathetic and demand things like that along comes a sucker like me.
Worst of all, when I again ask where her home is she says Salamulla which is of course a town next to where Im heading
so I bundle her in a threewheel and off we head
about an hour and a lot of taxi fare later, we the tuk tuk driver and me both urgently tell her to tell us how to get to her home, but she is vague and also slightly defiant about it. Knows where it is and dosnt actually. No we should have turned off there. No that way. NO no its this way. 
Intersperced with grateful mutterings that God must have sent me along(if so I demand to know why me)were also scary moments when she seemed to be in some other world. 
So after some rather giddying sightseeing of the entire wellampitiya region, and a number of mistaken landmarks, grilling resident tuktuks who by the way knew Exactly who she was and where she was from with chilling certainty (though quite often she didnt !)... we landed her safe at home, and with much happy cringing, wrested ourselves away from a grateful family and ran along. My fare was of course half my weekly transport budget, but it seemed to have brought some comfort to a tired person so I wrote it off.

This of course brings me to what I would be doing at that age. 

At least she had a houseful of kids and grandchildren who seemed cheerfully eager to have her back regardless of her geriatric disruptiveness. Im not sure about if I want to cause that much aggravation, and if that was the case, what I would do, and if anyone would stick around and tolerate it. Not sure what a lot of people around would do, because they seem to have far fewer children, and also humans seem to be living separately as much as possible, and rejecting the whole concept of family, in many places. 
because like it or not there just might be a time when you clean forget who and where you are. 

more about dementia and aging at 

Monday, June 12, 2017

New survey reveals startling facts that everyone suspected were true anyway



●     Legendary "Milk for Colombo" not so good for health after all, says CRaP report

●     Gamata Kakiri movement grows following launch

 

Al Juhara/Colombo:

Hard-hitting Colombo based think-tank the Centre for Regional Alternative Proposals (CR-P) recently issued a timely and voluminous piece of ground-breaking research on the subject of Human Satisfaction in Rural Sri Lanka in the backdrop of "kakiri" consumption statistics, based on a three year long research exercise which involved thousands of interviews, field trips and Focus Group Discussions (ie meeting with people) and a budget of only $ 2 million.

Startling findings from the epoch-making 240 pg survey, which was printed sparing no expense since it was funded by gullible generous Nordic Donors, conclude that rural humans in Sri Lanka are actually happier than they look, in spite of a bucolic diet of previously maligned vegetables like manioc, talana batu and the supposedly inferior "Kakiri" of yore.

 

"The report is well researched, thought provoking and printed on expensive glossy paper," MD of Barbell Printers, the CRaP regular pointed out enthusiastically when interviewed at the launch, concluding that "I recommend it as a Must Read." He added that he was available for similar contracts and had extensive experience in printing CRaP reports.

Findings include the conclusion that Colombo folks who regularly imbibe of "Kiri" or the expensive imported dairy products are known to be prey to diabetes, cholesterol, obesity and a general discontent in life stemming from a feeling that regular village folks have it good after all.

 

The revolutionary survey which also compared such factors as air and sound pollution levels, commuter density and  the price of Tea in China, went on to conclude that nothing really changes and urban people keep looking for greener pastures wherever they are anyway.

 

In contrast the grassroots appears to be witnessing a revolution in terms of a reverse flow of youth who will NOT be migrating to the urban metropolises but instead will be content to continue farming and living the pastoral life, satisfied with a simple diet of fibrous organic vegetables and exhilarating five mile treks to the pharmacy around twice a year when they need a Panadol.

"It's always a case of us ending up with Kakiri but now we are realising the health benefits of its roughage and antioxidant properties and lack of 'bad' cholesterol," according to citizen PunchiSingho hailing from Thooththukudiya, famed for its legendary inaccessibility.

 

 

BOX

Produced in all the official languages of Sri Lanka, in four colour, on 250 GSM artboard paper, and weighing a mere 1.2 kg, this NGO report is a true collector's item and can also be used as an ornamental conversation piece, to prop up  a lopsided coffee table,  and even in self defense. More information at www.craplanka.lk

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Check that Need




 

(old article written 7 years ago and guess what Im still running around! Photo from http://zenchick.com)

Last Sunday, I slowed down.

I mean, seriously:  I was fed up with running around, beating deadlines, meeting schedules, pleasing other people and doing my duties like a perfect person – I went on a small discrete personal strike and took a cruise down the highway with my speedometer set at 20 kmph.

Now finally I can in fact recommend everyone to try this once at least ... It changes perception, it puts things in proportion, and it totally surprises. Its almost as funny as being able to put the rest of the world in fast forward and sitting back watching their curious antics with total detachment.

Well, this is how it felt.

The rest of the country seems to be obsessed with speed. Sonic wooshes as cars, lorries and bikes overtook on a race somewhere where good things were happening, where regular mortals did not want to be left out. (And since this was Sunday morning it could not be the office crowd or the Sunday evening crowd returning from their families outstationed…) so there was I sitting day dreaming about life and time and the need for speed…

Ever noticed how rushed people are today ? Stop, slow down a minute and look around . From around day break when the school vans wake non school going people rudely with their raucous honking, to the daily rushes at banks for example and finally the evening daily office returning crush; are all these desperate house husbands really speeding and cussing and ploughing their way HOME? You wonder- are there so many dedicated family men on the roads at 5 30 pm or is it something else Im missing? Are these guys ALL running home to help the wife with dinner or take over the toddlers so that Missis can put her feet up and  take a break?? wow!!Im impressed !…

 People are so obsessed with getting to the head of the queue or winning this race, the man in front of you moves half a step and the man behind you is practically panting down your neck to urge you on. And trust me  the "ladies" in ATM queues are worse, they actually poke you with the edges of their check books or umbrellas or sharp things which you don't dare turn around to face…

The amazing thing about this modern rush is that it happens in a time when science has fine tuned time saving devices to next to absolute perfection. Civilization never took less time than this to , for example, get you your so called "daily bread" and no, lets be honest, its not the price of that bread which is keeping our noses to the grindstone.

Coffee machines make your beverage in two minutes, rice cookers, pressure cookers and washing machines finish your work for you unsupervised and grinding grain and curry powders is the work of minutes, and the ubiquitous computer spews out spreadsheets and reports that would have taken months in a matter of seconds. Isn't it wonderful. Just one question-  where did all that saved time go? You would think it meant that we can  practice a minute or two  of patient

​Tai Chi
 , when we are in hospital cashiers queue, instead of scuffing the heels of the person in front?

The cost of living is high but then that's not what kills us, its this need for speed, because we don't eat properly, take walks or exercise and we don't talk to our parents or children any more,let alone having a meaningful conversation with someone who may actually need us, or time for a pet.

 Before you know it you are hit by diabetes, cholestrol and thickened arteries not to mention a whole horde of mental hang ups caused by the sheer stress of the race- and this too in a time where things have never been quicker ,easier and smoother than right now.

There was admittedly a time when people got around by bullock carts and elephants which mean maximum speed was about 20 kmph. A time when you did your own laundry near some well, with the birds singing around nearby and took time off to grow your own vegetables and cook them slowly over wood fires. And there weren't these wonderful ATM machines which saved your time, or the Internet over which you could manage your finances without having to step out onto the street in the first place.

Did all of that give us more quality family time? And if not, what happened?

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Return to Nirvana



I must say I have lost the ability to work well under pressure. Frankly I just crack up and start screaming and keening pathetically. Its a drag on my family the two or three individuals that I do have left. It makes me wonder what happened to the quiet laid back person I was. I was happy at one time. 
In a way maybe that is part of how the world runs, you cant always be in one state. No there are many states you are in and you will be in. You may seem like the same image on the surface of it but underneath you may seethe and writhe and struggle like a fish in a drying pond. Thats part of what this cosmos seems to be about, us feeling and us reacting. We have been given sensory organs to feel. Living would not be the same if we didnt have eyes, ears, skin, tastebuds, the sense of smell and a mind which grasps all the stimuli we throw at it. But then you wonder if living is all it has been made out to be. Maybe there is an existence which is more satisfactory than this living which is being battered and blown about by this organic organism we are tied to on this Earth. Not another planet but another plane, where things are always Om and that is never boring...

Friday, March 03, 2017

The Poor the Old and the Ugly

     
(these photos are merely representative, but closely representative actually)


So last MOnday I struggled to my halfway halt and had to embark a bus at about 7pm to get home. It was the wrong bus and would only get me half way there but it was late so I was desperate. I sat next to a dear elderly lady of, perhaps late sixties. In a while she told me worriedly that she was taking medications which made her sleepy and to please wake her if we came to the Galagedera bus halt. She pulled out a left leg, which looked like it was from a horror movie about leprosy and filaria combined and elaborated that she had these sores which had worsened over the years and there was a "germ in her body" for which she was taking medications for a long time. She described in some detail the appearance of the kind of pastules that she had had to suffer on her lower body, saying they looked like the "naval" in Kawum. I frankly did not want to know any of this and sat quite still. Then she started coughing, and with the bus starting up, I realised that each cough was coming my way with the wind from the window. She told me sadly that the medications she had been taking for months did not seem to be working. She had t o travel anyway, because she was a poor woman, and she sold fruits at some market place, so as to earn some money for the food. the bags of fruits left behind from Mondays sales, were collected around her oozing feet. 
Ok what would you have done?
personally I froze in a rictus of (hopefully irrational?) terror, tried not to breath much, but told her I would tell her the halt, and also continued to discuss her problem with her. Because you know, this could be you or me, too, except that we temporarily feel privileged and feel it wont happen to us. If you look at the statistics, it can happen to anyone.
Im a Buddhist. Buddhism works in the face of festering diseases, leprosy, filaria, AIDS, suffering starvation and old age. Because all that stuff about a powerful God who made a pretty world, tends to fall apart when you look at people like this. Is it because they prayed to the wrong God? Do you seriously mean to tell me there are no Christians or Muslims praying properly to the right God who do not have diseases and who do not face old age and feebleness?
Anyway here she was and there I was.
and the statistics are that one in every four people in Sri Lanka will be old, by 2040. 

Being old, if we go on neglecting our health, and not making plans for our future,
​our old age statistically speaking mostly ​
involves illness, feebleness, and often even NCDs such as heart disease, hypertension, diabetes and its complications, and worse, upto even paralysis.
​ ​ Poverty added to this, as well as an administrative structure which does not help the elderly at all is just about right to make such a future well nigh intolerable.
 
And Im ashamed to say that before she got down at Galagedera I got up and walked to the front of the bus, without helping her.

Because I didnt actually want her to brush too closely against me as she got down, and I didnt want to touch her bags, and I wanted nothing to do with her. 
Im sorry, but seriously I have enough problems of my own at the moment and I didnt need more, and I did not need to worry about having more.

Im average, that way. 
​Are you a better person?​




The Poor the Old and the Ugly

     
(these photos are merely representative, but closely representative actually)


So last MOnday I struggled to my halfway halt and had to embark a bus at about 7pm to get home. It was the wrong bus and would only get me half way there but it was late so I was desperate. I sat next to a dear elderly lady of, perhaps late sixties. In a while she told me worriedly that she was taking medications which made her sleepy and to please wake her if we came to the Galagedera bus halt. She pulled out a left leg, which looked like it was from a horror movie about leprosy and filaria combined and elaborated that she had these sores which had worsened over the years and there was a "germ in her body" for which she was taking medications for a long time. She described in some detail the appearance of the kind of pastules that she had had to suffer on her lower body, saying they looked like the "naval" in Kawum. I frankly did not want to know any of this and sat quite still. Then she started coughing, and with the bus starting up, I realised that each cough was coming my way with the wind from the window. She told me sadly that the medications she had been taking for months did not seem to be working. She had t o travel anyway, because she was a poor woman, and she sold fruits at some market place, so as to earn some money for the food. the bags of fruits left behind from Mondays sales, were collected around her oozing feet. 
Ok what would you have done?
personally I froze in a rictus of (hopefully irrational?) terror, tried not to breath much, but told her I would tell her the halt, and also continued to discuss her problem with her. Because you know, this could be you or me, too, except that we temporarily feel privileged and feel it wont happen to us. If you look at the statistics, it can happen to anyone.
Im a Buddhist. Buddhism works in the face of festering diseases, leprosy, filaria, AIDS, suffering starvation and old age. Because all that stuff about a powerful God who made a pretty world, tends to fall apart when you look at people like this. Is it because they prayed to the wrong God? Do you seriously mean to tell me there are no Christians or Muslims praying properly to the right God who do not have diseases and who do not face old age and feebleness?
Anyway here she was and there I was.
and the statistics are that one in every four people in Sri Lanka will be old, by 2040. 
Being old, if we go on neglecting our health, and not making plans for our future, involves illness, feebleness, and often even NCDs such as heart disease, hypertension, diabetes and its complications, and worse, upto even paralysis. 
And Im ashamed to say that before she got down at Galagedera I got up and walked to the front of the bus, without helping her.
Because I didnt actually want her to brush too closely against me as she got down, and I didnt want to touch her bags, and I wanted nothing to do with her. Im sorry, but seriously I have enough problems of my own at the moment and I didnt need more, and I did not need to worry about having more.
Im average, that way. 


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Handy Phrases

A few handy Arabic phrases translated to English -- in case you're ever kidnapped by terrorists. 
AKBAR KHALI-KILI HAFTIR LOFTAN.= Thank you for showing me your marvelous gun.
FEKR GABUL CARDAN DAVAT RAEH GUSH DIVAR.= I am delighted to accept your kind invitation to lie down on the floor with my arms above my head and my legs apart. SHOMAEH FIKR TAMOMEH GEH GOFTEK BANDE.= I agree with everything you have ever said or thought in your life. 
AUTO ARRAREGH DVATEMAN MAMO SEPAHEH-HAST.= It is exceptionally kind of you to allow me to travel in the trunk of your car. 
FASHAL-EH TUPEHMAN NA DEGAT MANO GOFTAM CHEESHAYEH MOHEMA RAJEBEH KESHAVAREHMAN.= If you will do me the kindness of not harming my genital appendages I will gladly reciprocate by betraying my country in public. 
KHREL JEPAHEH MANEH VA JAYEII AMRKAHEY.= I will tell you the names and addresses of many American spies travelling as reporters. BALLI, BALLI, BALLI!= Whatever you say! 
MATERNIER GHERMEZ AHLIEH, GORBAN.= The red blindfold would be lovely, excellency. 
TIKEH NUNEH BA OB KHRELEH BEZORG VA KHRUBE GOYAST INO BERGERAM.= The water-soaked bread crumbs are delicious, thank you. I must have the recipe. 
BA BODENEH SHEERELL TEEGZ.= Truly, I would rather be a hostage to your greatly esteemed self than to spend a fortnight upon the person of Cheryl Tiegs. 

source: http://www.jokes4us.com/religiousjokes/islamicjokes.html

I found them funnyyyyy so Im deviating from the usual policy of only having my writing here!